Thursday, February 18, 2021

What's New, Pussycat? Acceleration!

 


Dear you,

Yesterday, 102.1 The Wave played Tom Jones’ sixties hit “What’s New, Pussycat?”  This fabulous waltzy song surprised me while sprinting the beach on a cold day.  It inspired bad public dancing on my part. I love, love, love this song!  My snowbird audience took the performance in stride. They probably just thought I was another local on meth.  But then, after the final “woah-woah-woah” chorus, The Wave betrayed me and played Night Ranger’s “Sister Christian”. From the ecstasy to the agony.  “Motoring. What’s your price per flight, for finding Mr. Right?”  Yes, that is just what we all need, a power rock band interrogating a virgin, acting all provocative and deep.  The Jones question, on the other hand, just lights me up: “What’s new, pussycat?”. 

“Woah-woah-woah!”

Ah, what is new, pussycat? 2021 is new and so is the feeling that everything now is like my musical anecdote, a schizoid rollercoaster.  We free fly down with glee, “weeeeeee!”  We trudge back up with effort, “screw this ride.”

Current events illustrate this contrast:

😊 Darling Texas furniture store owner turns his shop into a shelter during the weather crisis!

Idiot Texas governor Abbot blames the power failures on AOC and The Green New Deal.

😊 The COVID vaccinations are happening and appear to be effective!

The distribution/availability of those vaccines is not so good.

😊 NASA’s Rover, Perseverance, lands on Mars!

Flat Earthers still exist. 

😊 The Real Housewives of New Jersey is back with a new season!

The Real Housewives of New Jersey is back with a new season.

😊 Ted Cruz left the country and fled to Cancun!

Ted Cruz came back.

2021.  A rollercoaster!

At least we’ve returned to spurts of acceleration.  The spirit of our age?  Trudge and fly. Fly and trudge.

Plug in to a “What’s New, Pussycat?” state of mind.  It will sustain you during those “Sister Christian” days of deceleration and drudge.

Love,

Joyce

And Tom

Thursday, February 11, 2021

Kissing a Stranger

 


Dear you,

Valentine’s Day 2021 is approaching.  How are we celebrating this romantic holiday during a pandemic?  Beloved partners might be sick of each other.  The quarantine effect = intimacy overload.  On the other hand, beloved partners might be even more in love, having faced their fears (and boredom) together for a year now. The victims of intimacy overload are dreading V Day.  The in-love-more-than-evers are pumped!

But what about the uncoupled?  How do they feel about Valentine’s Day, specifically a Valentine’s Day during a pandemic?

When I was young and sexy, I was rarely in a committed relationship.  I had a long list of boyfriends and phases of intense couple-hood, but I never really wanted a forever relationship.  I did, however, always love romance.  And because I loved romance, I loved Valentine’s Day, with or without a beau.  I think about my New York City self during this holiday.  One of my favorite things to do was to go out to a lovely (not trashy) bar or club on Valentine’s night and meet a stranger.  Just for a chat.  Just for a dance.  Just for a kiss in the dark.

This was fun. This was erotic and sweet and fleeting and so not 2020-2021.

Our young (or old) uncoupled can’t do this now.  Bars and clubs are contagion zones.  Chatting and dancing six feet apart with a mask on?  So not hot.  And obviously, forget about kissing.

I heard one health expert predict we might not return to a kissable normal for seven years.  I hope this guy is really, really wrong.  I want our coupled and uncoupled to be able to do what Valentine’s Day is all about, at least for me:

Kissing a stranger.

That's all.  That's actually everything.

Happy V Day 2021; looking forward to our non-distanced, smoochy future.

Love,

Joyce

Wednesday, February 3, 2021

Shortages & Gluts

 Dear you,

I cannot find the perfect house in this zip code or in the zips to the east and west.  There are structures called homes available, some are nicely designed, but ones I am viewing are always in bad places.  Bad places are not within walking distance of anything, have no Verizon connectivity, are loaded with vacay rentals and barking dogs, and tend to be populated by at least one gal or guy who has a Confederate flag fetish.  Right now, the available stuff is usually in a bad place.  Case in point:


Their neighbor is an asshole. Nevertheless, the owner will get fifty calls a day because we, here and nationally, have a housing shortage.  Period.  Shortage of the bad and the good. I have options. I just don’t like them.  But what about the people who have no options?  Where are they living?  What chances do they have to find a place they love?  And, beyond aesthetic choices, how many are without shelter of any kind?

The estimated number of homeless in America ranges from 600,000 to possibly 1.5 million.

The estimated number of homeless in Florida is around 29,000.

Shelter shortage. This is us.  We are low on the supply side of survival basics, homes, shelters from the storm.

Another thing I am searching for is the vaccine, any version of Covid kryptonite.  But I can’t get an appointment.  I just checked the Walton County Health Department website again and clicked on the “eventbrite” link they use for registration. (Like I’m responding to a bridal shower invitation or something.) This is what I got:

“Registrations are closed.  Thank you for your interest in a COVID-19 vaccine.  At this time all appointments are full.  Please continue to monitor . . .” etc., etc., etc.

Thank you for your interest????? I am inquiring about a potentially life-saving vaccine, not a new refrigerator or smartphone upgrade.  I know my county only has X number of doses, so the Health Department is not at fault.  We have what we have and right now, we do not have enough.  But keep in mind my section of Florida (and pretty much all coastal areas) is about to be besieged by spring breakers, carriers galore!  We are in the kill zone.  So “please continue to monitor” my increasing rage.

The estimated number of Americans waiting for the vaccine is certainly in the millions.

Vaccine shortage in the 21st century.  This is us too.

Now, what do we have in excess?  Where does supply exceed demand in the USA?  From my perspective, we have a glut of the following:

Brands and flavors of chips.  We can buy lime flavored Doritos!  Why?  Am I supposed to drop one in my gin and tonic?

Dangerously dumb people holding elected office.  Marjorie Taylor Greene.  Enough said.

Real estate agents.  We have hundreds in my county alone.  But we only have, like, two optometrists and maybe three good dentists who won’t jack up your teeth.

Bathing suit stores.  Most of these suits will disintegrate in the Gulf of Mexico anyway.  (That is not really true. I am just trying to get a rumor rolling about how the Gulf is full of flesh-eating poison to halt the spring break invasion.  Is it working?  Maybe I can ask Marjorie Taylor Greene to post this on her Facebook page.  That would hit my target audience of “please don’t come here” people. They believe whatever she says.)

Denim things.  OK, some people love their Levis.  But do we really need “denim-look” couches, cars and condoms?

Dollar General Crap.  Spend an hour or two walking around one of these 1$ type stores.  Yes, the merch is cheap.  It is also, for the most part, unnecessary.  Please explain to me how those “Ten Commandment” potholders and stained tube socks improve the quality of my life.

Finally, T-shirts that say things.  I can see you’re a “Professional Couch Potato”.  No need to reiterate that fact. As for suggestions that I “Work Hard, Play Hard, and PRAY hard”, just shut the hell up.  Your t-shirt is not my life coach.  (I think I’ve ranted about this before.)

All the things we need but do not have enough of.  All the things we have but do not need.

This is us.

Change the balance.

Love,

Joyce